beside
the lake.
under the canopy of green.
the sun bristling
white
upon the water.
where the boats would
glide by
with hardly a splash.
the oars
bending softly
side to side.
we'd watch.
we'd hold hands.
but there was no talk about
tomorrow.
or the future.
we knew
without saying a word,
that this love would never
last.
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